"Dear Alfi, I don't know what you remember, why do you suddenly have such a strange expression?" asked Larquit, a little weakly.

"Weird expression? Are you old and dizzy? Can I call it weird with such an expression?" Alfie asked, pulling at his face, this is clearly happy, okay!

"Uh, why did I suddenly have a sense of foreboding when I saw your expression?" Larquit's face changed slightly, and he kept telling himself in his heart, don't provoke Alfie, otherwise the dream of evolving into a spirit will be shattered.

"Hehe, is it true that ghosts' intuition is sharper than normal people?" a big smile appeared on Alfie's face, "I suddenly decided to exchange some more books from this exclusive reading room!"

"Oh, has the collection of books here finally impressed you?" Larquit didn't expect it to be this unexpected joy, Alfie, who had not wavered no matter how tempting he had just now, actually agreed to make a deal!

"I suddenly realized that I could exchange a few more books from here, and it was basically a sure thing to make money. "Alfie is worried that a lot of treasures in his hands can't be realized, maybe this is a good channel to sell stolen goods?

"You've been so wise, almost everyone who has traded here has found that the little life they paid is worth it compared to the books they have traded here. Again, Larquet went out of his way to fool around.

"Life is worth the price, wait a minute, did you misunderstand something?" Alfie looked at Larquit with a bit of a bad face, this one is still thinking about his lifespan!

"What? didn't you just say you were going to exchange the books here?" said Larquet, too.

"I'm right to say that, but I'm not saying it's my life in exchange. Alfie felt it necessary to cut off Larquit's dangerous thoughts once and for all, "I remember you said earlier that you could exchange rare things for the books here. ”

"Of course, that's one of the rules here. Larquette wondered if he had underestimated Alfie before, but looking at Alfie's shabby dress, he didn't look like a person who could come up with something rare.

"That couldn't be better!" Alfie gestured to Larquit with a thumbs up, and with a thought, a set of gorgeous cutlery made of pure gold appeared in front of Larquit.

"Mr. Larquet, would you like to see if this set of utensils can be considered a rarity in your mind?" Alfie asked with a smile, as this was one of his gains in Fort Wico.

Due to his close relationship with Krees, before the collapse of Wickeborg, Kreese generously distributed all the utensils in the Ghost Banquet Hall to everyone. Except for the light-eyed Zambit, who got a lot of money from Alfie, everyone else looked down on these tacky golden tableware, so most of it fell into Alfie's hands.

"Wow~ This is the tableware created by the elves, you see that each tableware has exquisite hairpin decorations and hollow textures, only the pursuit of perfection of the elves will spend energy to do this kind of flashy decoration, but they insist that only with these gorgeous decorations can they be worthy of their identity. Larquette said with some disdain.

"The tableware made by the elves should be regarded as a rare thing, right? After all, the elves have disappeared from the mainland for a long time, and these tableware are out of print!" Alfie regretted slightly, he knew that he would not give so much to Zambit, and it was a great waste for these golden tableware made by the elves to fall into the hands of the troll warriors.

Alfie could even imagine how rudely the Troll Warriors would use these delicate and delicate cutlery. Alfie conservatively estimated that at least half of the cutlery in Zambit's hands had been destroyed.

"This kind of illusory cutlery is only valuable in the eyes of the elves, in my place......" Larquit pouted, what was the use of these things he wanted?

But Larquette found that Alfie's face changed slightly, and his heart couldn't help but move, anyway, whether these tableware are rare or not is up to him, and on the premise of not violating the rules of the exclusive reading room, it is better to sell personal favors to Alfie now. The people who built this exclusive reading room probably didn't expect that the administrator here would actually be favoritistic.

"Is it a rare thing for you?" Alfie had already planned in his heart, if Larquit did not approve of it, he would take this batch of gold tableware to the black market for auction, he believed that these high-end goods from the hands of the elves would definitely win the favor of those nobles.

"Of course!" Tempted to become a spirit, Larquette did not hesitate to decide to curry favor with Alfie at the expense of his exclusive reading room.

"Really?" Alfie's eyes lit up, and listening to Ralquet's tone, he thought there was no hope.

"With such a set of elven gold tableware, I can exchange it for three tomes!" Larquette hesitated for a moment and decided to give Alfie a high price, but he soon regretted his decision.

"That's great! Let me calculate how many books I can redeem. Alfie said overjoyed.

"Does this need to be calculated? Isn't it just three ......" Ralquet's eyes suddenly widened unprecedentedly wide, as Alfie was quickly pulling out sets of identical golden cutlery, and in the blink of an eye it was covering the entire floor of the exclusive reading room.

"My God, are you robbing an elven storage warehouse?" Larquit exclaimed with a hard swallow of saliva, while his heart was dripping blood, according to the price he just offered, so many sets of golden tableware, the exchange of books would be a huge number.

Larquet roughly estimated that the loss of this exclusive reading room was probably far greater than the number of "robbed" by Kenobi last time.

Despite being ghostly and not having a rapid heartbeat, Larquette felt like his long-non-existent heart had been hit hard a few times, giving him the urge to faint desperately.

"Hehe, if only it were like that. It's just that I stole a warehouse that no one knows about. Alfie didn't notice Larquite's dripping face, and happily continued to sprinkle a handful of salt on Larquit's wound.

‘...... Is your luck so good?Are you bullying me for not being outside for a long time, not knowing what's going on outside?If there were such a warehouse, it would have been dug up by those greedy goblins and kobolds, and it would have been left to you?' Larquit complained frantically in his heart. In his mind, the image of Alfie and Knok are a little more remarkable, these two guys have an unusual superhuman talent in piercing people's hearts.

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